I’d Let You Color In My Tattoos Btw If You Even Care

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

college in a nutshell....

#givememypaper #whywordwhy

saying “come over” to someone who lives 9657 miles away

— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’

why does people info-dumping turn me into a love-stricken dumbass. like. i'll be listening to a girl yapping about what's on her mind or her interests or whatever else, and suddenly I have a painful urge to make out with her under the moonlight. what's up with that

Shy butches

Nerdy butches

Butches with social anxiety

Butches who wear glasses

Short butches

Soft butches

Butches who are scared of the dark

Butches with s/h scars

Butches who hum when they do things

Simpy butches

Butches with a praise kink

Butches who hate PDA

Touch-me-not butches

Plus-size butches

Butches with acne

Butches who like science fiction

Clingy butches

Butches with stretch marks

Sensitive butches

Butches who struggle with mental health

You don’t need to fit the mold. You don’t need to conform to stereotypes. You don’t need to mask. You don’t need to be anything but yourself.

You are loved. You are so loved.

please don't hide your feelings. It's the most beautiful thing I see in you

lately i’ve just been yearning for something more.

i want a partner, someone to come home to and just exist with. waking up to the prettiest girl in the world, holding her, kissing her body, soft spoken words to gently wake her. morning snuggles with kisses exchanged, content sighs, groans of refusal to get out of bed and face the day. tempting her to get out of bed by promising a shower with more kisses to perk her up.

hot droplets of water running down our skin as we can’t stop touching each other, our mouths obsessed with each others as we waste a ton of water, our attention only on each other. soft touches, maybe helping each other get clean. holding her close, smiling into her skin as i kiss her shoulders, lathering up the soap on her body.

clad only in an old band t shirt of mine and boyshorts, she reads the news on her phone as i make her breakfast, serving it up on her plate with a kiss on her temple. she hums contentedly and tells me she loves me as she watches me take a sip of my orange juice before i toss a wink her way, followed by a smile that is reserved only for her. we exchange nonsense conversation over food, unable to stop touching each other. my fingertips brushing over her bare knee, her hand on my forearm tracing my tattoos, our fingers intertwined as our dog begs for scraps. she smiles at me with an eye-roll, turning her attention to him and talking to him as if he were a baby. i smile at her, feeling my love for her consume me even more than it has every day since i met her.

as i work, she sends me a mixture of texts, ranging from sweet to flirty to supportive. i drive home at the end of the day, exhausted and wanting nothing more to relax. i put my keys in my door and am greeted with the sight of my wife just existing in our living room. watching some trashy reality show, she turns at the sound of footsteps, standing up to greet me. her arms around me, her lips on mine, her perfume comforting me as i feel so warm inside. dinner is in the oven, i am being held by my favourite person and all is well.

settling down after food, deciding to snuggle in bed. she picks what we watch. a rom-com. i always hated rom-coms. till i met her. till i knew love was real. till i knew it was possible to be so consumed by a person you felt as though you would combust. pulling her closer, i kiss her shoulder, tell her i love her. tell her how much i live for the mundane days. that this is all i want. she is all i want.